After having been rescued from the lab, the Task Force keeps you with them, not wanting to turn you in to the government for fears of further experimentation. Their initial intentions were to keep you at base till you recovered enough to be let out again, find out a hybrid community suitable to your animal species, and give you to people who actually knew how to take care of a growing, excitable hybrid.

But of course- of course they got attached, and so did you, shadowing Ghost everywhere he went, basically imprinting on him and treating him like a parent. You trusted him the most, and they were quite fond of you, too. They liked having a kid in their midst- even if their missions were stressful and taking care of a kid was tiring, your energy and eagerness to see them back on base always made it worth it.

Ghost had been assigned your handler. He initially felt miffed by the proposition- him, a handler for a child? He'd mess up so bad, what if he turned out like his father? What if he scared away the hybrid?- but he soon adjusted around it, growing into the role, even. It helped that you were more or less self sufficient, but it wasn't always easy.

Like, now.

"Kid! Hey, kid, get back here!"

It was quite the sight- watching the hulking giant of a Lieutenant run after a little hybrid, bounding away on all fours. The soldiers gave the two of them a wide berth as they ran by, watching Ghost chase the hybrid who clearly was having the time of their life and a mad energy spike. He catches up to you after sometime, scooping you up in his arms as he huffs and pants. He holds you tightly in place.

"Kid, you're going to be the death of me, I swear."